The Wisdom Teeth Update
So far, it's been a real joyride. The actual surgery wasn't so bad, since I slept through the whole thing, but then came the Aftermath.
Step #1: Wake up woozily in the dentists' chair with your mouth full of cotton and incredibly numb. Try to roll over and get out of the chair to realize your muscles just aren't going to listen to anything that you say, and maybe moving isn't a good idea. Lay there and sort of drift along, hearing the doctor and your Mom talk about instructions on the medicine. You try really hard to listen to it but you can't; mostly you think of how this must be how Artie feels, and then think you're an entire nerd for thinking that.
Step #2: Get wrangled into the car by your mother and immediately doze off. Sleep the whole way like a rock, until your mother wakes you up and shuffles you out of the car and into the house. She tries to talk you into eating, but your only interest is to go to your bed and sleep off the anathesia. You do so.
Step #3: Your Mom returns with your pain meds, and it's just about now that the pain has woken you up and you realize, hot damn, you really want that vicoden. Unfortunately it's also time for the steroid you were given, plus the amoxicilin and your yasmin, and (little do you know) you still have a lot of the anathesia floating around in your blood. Being desperate for some sort of relief, you take all the medicine at once on a stomach that hasn't seen food for approximately 14 hours.
Step #4: The Vicodin kicks in and you curl up on the couch. Mom brings you a soup in hand of tomato soup--which you are eager for since it is a comfort food--and also a strawberry smoothie she bought for you. You are very happy, and enjoy both foods--high acid--until you get sick. Not so fun. Having cleaned yourself up, you curl back up on the couch and have a spontanous nap for about two hours.
Step #5: Later, you wake up for the exclusive purpose of getting sick again. Unfortunately for your mother, it's messier this time and she has to clean it up, which is really gross and you keep apologizing for. This time, one of the blood clots in your mouth breaks free, but you don't realize it right away.
Step #6: Now feeling miserable and weak, you beg your Mom to make you some more soup. You want tomato because you haven't figured this whole pattern out yet, and she complies. And twenty minutes later you're halfway through the soup when you run to the bathroom for the third time. At this point you decide that, perhaps, the tomato soup is not the best idea.
Step #7: You nap fitfully for a little while longer before you can finally hold some chicken broth and bread down. You take the steriods and amoxicillian again, but you don't mess with the vicodin for fear it's what's making you sick. Luckily, you aren't in much pain. You do, however, almost immediately start feeling sick again. Time to cut this off at the pass and go to bed.
Step #8: Mostly, you sleep for twelve hours, if one ignores getting up several times in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, which troubles you since you know you have not had so much water, and also waking up in a cold sweat. You begin to think it may be the steroid.
Step #9: You wake up at about 9.30 to your Mother being a very good mother and rubbing your back. She makes you more chicken broth and bread, which seem to stay down. Half an hour later you take the second-to-last dose of steroid and your antibotics. The vicodin will be left off until the pain gets too much.
Step #10: Make an unecessarly info dump on your Livejournal to prove that you are, indeed, actually alive. Whew!
Step #1: Wake up woozily in the dentists' chair with your mouth full of cotton and incredibly numb. Try to roll over and get out of the chair to realize your muscles just aren't going to listen to anything that you say, and maybe moving isn't a good idea. Lay there and sort of drift along, hearing the doctor and your Mom talk about instructions on the medicine. You try really hard to listen to it but you can't; mostly you think of how this must be how Artie feels, and then think you're an entire nerd for thinking that.
Step #2: Get wrangled into the car by your mother and immediately doze off. Sleep the whole way like a rock, until your mother wakes you up and shuffles you out of the car and into the house. She tries to talk you into eating, but your only interest is to go to your bed and sleep off the anathesia. You do so.
Step #3: Your Mom returns with your pain meds, and it's just about now that the pain has woken you up and you realize, hot damn, you really want that vicoden. Unfortunately it's also time for the steroid you were given, plus the amoxicilin and your yasmin, and (little do you know) you still have a lot of the anathesia floating around in your blood. Being desperate for some sort of relief, you take all the medicine at once on a stomach that hasn't seen food for approximately 14 hours.
Step #4: The Vicodin kicks in and you curl up on the couch. Mom brings you a soup in hand of tomato soup--which you are eager for since it is a comfort food--and also a strawberry smoothie she bought for you. You are very happy, and enjoy both foods--high acid--until you get sick. Not so fun. Having cleaned yourself up, you curl back up on the couch and have a spontanous nap for about two hours.
Step #5: Later, you wake up for the exclusive purpose of getting sick again. Unfortunately for your mother, it's messier this time and she has to clean it up, which is really gross and you keep apologizing for. This time, one of the blood clots in your mouth breaks free, but you don't realize it right away.
Step #6: Now feeling miserable and weak, you beg your Mom to make you some more soup. You want tomato because you haven't figured this whole pattern out yet, and she complies. And twenty minutes later you're halfway through the soup when you run to the bathroom for the third time. At this point you decide that, perhaps, the tomato soup is not the best idea.
Step #7: You nap fitfully for a little while longer before you can finally hold some chicken broth and bread down. You take the steriods and amoxicillian again, but you don't mess with the vicodin for fear it's what's making you sick. Luckily, you aren't in much pain. You do, however, almost immediately start feeling sick again. Time to cut this off at the pass and go to bed.
Step #8: Mostly, you sleep for twelve hours, if one ignores getting up several times in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, which troubles you since you know you have not had so much water, and also waking up in a cold sweat. You begin to think it may be the steroid.
Step #9: You wake up at about 9.30 to your Mother being a very good mother and rubbing your back. She makes you more chicken broth and bread, which seem to stay down. Half an hour later you take the second-to-last dose of steroid and your antibotics. The vicodin will be left off until the pain gets too much.
Step #10: Make an unecessarly info dump on your Livejournal to prove that you are, indeed, actually alive. Whew!